Chapter 168: Only My Way Chapter 168: Trilobite

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Niu Xiang clung to Chen Yi's leg, wishing he could wrench it off with force.

But he still acted like a motherless infant, bawling: "Master Chen, please cooperate with Mitsubishi."

Compared to face, clearly Yan Qi Masayoshi's threat carried more weight.

Niu Xiang's shouting drew countless onlookers; he went all out, roaring even more vigorously.

Working for the Japanese is like being a prostitute — every time you think you've hit your bottom line, something even lower waits for you.

Demolition was already grueling and conscience-destroying work; how could Niu Xiang have known there would be such dignity-shattering things to do.

But he couldn't not do it — never mind Yan Qi Masayoshi, even that old Self-Defense Force ghost beside him could threaten him into losing the will to live.

Of course, the Japanese pay very readily; do a few more years, settle in the United States, bang AV beauties — no problem.

Picturing himself holding a handheld camcorder, acting as both director and actor, filming his own story with AV beauties, Niu Xiang's roar grew even louder.

Chen Yi stroked his chin and started dialing Yan Qi Masayoshi.

Right now saying anything to Niu Xiang and Yamashita Horyu was pointless; since the Mitsubishi people wanted him to cooperate, they were the ones with a request — what use was clinging to a thigh?

He didn't know this was a chronic habit of Japanese enterprises: kneel and beg whether there's business or not, and maybe two drops of milk will fall into your mouth — kneeling costs nothing.

The phone rang twice and connected; Chen Yi feigned anger: "Yan Qi Masayoshi, now you're hugging my thigh — the two men trying to kidnap my people, did you send them? You motherfucker don't want to operate in Jiangning anymore?"

Niu Xiang and Yamashita Horyu both froze.

A moment later, Chen Yi handed the phone to the two of them: "Yours."

The two naturally let go of his thigh.

Yan Qi Masayoshi's scolding pierced the clouds.

Of course he had to scold, and scold in a way that pleased Chen Yi.

Making Niu Xiang and Yamashita Horyu apologize was to let Chen Yi vent. If he agreed on the spot — even faking agreement to cooperate with Mitsubishi — that would be the best outcome; even if it failed, scolding two bastard subordinates to earn a bit of goodwill wasn't bad.

As for his subordinates' knees and dignity, those weren't in his consideration at all.

After a while, Yamashita Horyu, kneeling, handed the phone back to Chen Yi, then kowtowed deeply on the ground apologizing.

Niu Xiang could only follow suit, thinking: Working for the Japanese — truly born in a gutter. Damn rotten luck.

Chen Yi's expression didn't change; he nodded faintly and turned away.

Yamashita Horyu, a 40-plus-year-old former Self-Defense Force officer, heard the footsteps recede and didn't lift his head once. This was their established tactic: trade dignity for the other party's pleasure, not seeking immediate recompense. Over the past decades, the Japanese not only used dignity to exchange for national revival, but then used money to buy dignity back.

Lin Yuan followed with quick small steps: "You're just leaving them?"

"Mm."

"They're still kneeling."

"No one's watching, they'll get up." Chen Yi spoke as he entered the Experimental Building, heading for the elevator.

Jiangning University's Experimental Building was quite advanced; the basic labs occupied five floors. Undergraduates attending classes had to use the stairs, but because Chen Yi had a project, a swipe of his student card on the elevator opened the doors. Fellow students could only stare in surprise and keep walking on two legs.

Lin Yuan followed Chen Yi into the elevator, wanting to speak but stopping.

"What? Want to borrow my student card?" Chen Yi joked.

"No." Lin Yuan wasn't one to beat around the bush; she thought it and said it: "Those two just now — were they from Japan's Mitsubishi Company?"

"Correct."

"They were begging you to cooperate with them — is it about the Jiangbei demolition?"

Chen Yi looked at her in surprise: "You know about the Jiangbei demolition too? But no, they want to participate in other projects. Mitsubishi is a colossus; I don't want to provoke them..."

"Right, a colossus..." Lin Yuan's expression was strange.

Until the elevator arrived, she didn't speak again, and classmate Chen didn't press.

Experiment over, Niu Xiang and Yamashita Horyu still knelt beneath the Experimental Building, letting everyone gawk, unmoving as a monument.

Chen Yi returned to the dormitory from another direction; the stone screen had already been moved in. Liu Xinyu and Jin Douna circled it for a long time and found nothing special.

Carvings from 160 million years ago, vivid as if modern crafts.

For the sake of this statue — especially given the 1.5 billion USD loan came from Merrill Lynch — Chen Yi decided to give Mark a chance.

The secretly registered Jinsheng Securities Company was established and listed in Jiangning with 200 million RMB registered capital. To obtain the securities license as fast as possible, Uncle spent tens of millions greasing palms everywhere.

If not for the Chen Family's big enough name, a mere Deputy Division-Level Official would be useless; but with the Chen Family's brand, everything was completely different.

Mark put up 200 million USD cash, taking 10% of the 1.85 billion USD. The specific profit-sharing method was written in the contract.

Chen Yi simply didn't bother greeting anyone; he pulled Fang Zhong and a group and started testing the waters at the Jiangning Stock Exchange.

In a market with daily turnover of tens of billions of RMB, even 100 million USD is an extremely powerful force; wanting to earn a lot isn't easy, wanting to not earn is even harder.

Moreover, Chen Father Mr. Chen Congyu wasn't truly indifferent. He adhered to the principle of not doing what he wasn't familiar with, strongly approved of Chen Yi's decision to pan for gold in China's stock market, consecutively found several friends to help, and through releasing information, in just two weeks earned over 40 million RMB — 13% of the total 300 million USD investment, a quite high proportion.

Of course, the consumed costs didn't factor in the cost of favors. But that kind of cost is relatively easy to repay.

The profits from stock market manipulation were so high Chen Yi instantly grew interested; he kept urging Fang Zhong and Tang Xiongfei to transfer overseas funds in, while also starting to monitor the profitability of the US stock market.

Compared to investing in real industry, the financial industry's profits were obviously faster and higher.

Month-end, after the two Saiboga Mages captured from the Saint Qiao Kingdom produced the first Skill Copy Scroll, Chen Yi personally took the knife, copied the stock trading skill of Jiang Zun — the strongest trader under Fang Zhong — then holed up in a suite at the Four Seasons Hotel for a day and a night, earning an extra three to four million...

To him, it was equivalent to zero effect.

"Wasted a Skill Copy Scroll." Chen Yi was smiling as he spoke.

Just a Rare Scroll; now that there are Mages who can produce scrolls, what's there to fear.

The next day, Chen Yi called a moving company again, loaded the screen onto a truck, and transported it all the way to Professor Lao Ying's doorstep.

"After unloading the truck, wait on the road for a moment."

"You have to pay first." The driver agreed, yet did not move first.

Chen Yi patted his pocket searching for his wallet, driving the Mini car, while Jin Douna following behind placed 200 yuan in his hand first, laughing: "This is the deposit."

The two workers and the driver laughed heartily as they returned to the vehicle, smoking cigarettes and waiting.

Chen Yi's eyes brightened, he thought to himself: I happen to be lacking an assistant by my side, this Jin Douna looks quite suitable.

The Korean beauty didn't know, taking the initiative to help, might increase the workload for a very long period of time.

Professor Lao Ying had retired, spending his days idly at home, seeing Chen Yi visit, he was quite happy, laughing with a face full of wrinkles, and even poured water for them.

Chen Yi explained the origin, laughing: "The screen is placed outside the door, it's too large, can't be moved in."

"Go out and look." Professor Lao Ying was dressed tightly wrapped up, then circled around the screen turning vigorously.

"Can't see through it!"

"Can't see through it."

He said it several times in a row, shaking his head saying: "The screen is a good thing, but this thing... hehe..."

Chen Yi was disappointed as expected, pretending to fish out a box of cigars from his pocket, handed it to Lao Ying, laughing: "Professor Lao, taste the Cuban cigar rolled by the Master."

"This powerful? What do you want?"

Chen Yi laughed and spoke directly: "Want to get some special fossils."

"How special?"

"I don't know either, representative ones?"

"Representative ones? How about trilobites?"

"Often hear about them, very hard to get, right."

Lao Ying laughed loudly: "Trilobite fossils are everywhere, not rare, if you want them, I'll help you get a few over."

The Cuban cigar smoked very well, Professor Lao's exercise capacity greatly increased.

Chen Yi had not a trace of embarrassment, laughing: "Then I'll trouble you. In your collection, I didn't see trilobite fossils, and often heard about them, thought they were very rare things."

"There are over ten thousand species of trilobites, collecting them all would take great effort." Lao Ying said waving his hand: "How about I help you get a few Sichuan worms or bat worms?"

Chen Yi nodded immediately.

Although still wanting to add a few more varieties, thinking of the subway's performance lacking feedback ability, he decided against it.

Chen Yi gave Jin Douna a meaningful look, the latter understanding immediately supported the old professor's shoulder saying: "It's cold outside, let me help you go inside."

"Good good good." Lao Ying went inside and made a phone call, found a friend, and got two trilobite fossils.

Just as he said, this kind of fossil with huge yield, collecting a complete set is not easy, but finding one or two is very easy, at most just a price issue.

A box of Master hand-rolled Cuban cigars, absolutely worth it.

"If you want to play at collecting, you still need to study for a period of time." Lao Ying beckoned Chen Yi over, preparing to popularize knowledge for him.

Not long after, Aunt's phone call came, tone intimate saying: "A Yi, have time to come home for dinner?"

"I'll go out to take the call." Chen Yi pointed at his mobile phone, walked to the balcony, laughing: "What good dishes did Aunt make? Is Uncle home in the evening?"

"He's busy like a monkey, 50 years old already, still can't settle down." Aunt complained verbally, but actually was proud.

Chen Yi pondered without speaking.

Inviting himself alone home for a meal, ten out of ten it's related to that nonsense cousin.

He hadn't made a sound yet, when Fang Yu's complaining voice came from the receiver: "Just tell him whether he's coming or not, when the time comes he comes, then say Dad's busy with work...

Hearing this, Chen Yi decisively said: "Aunt you've worked hard too, I won't come over today, some other day I'll bring things and mooch a meal..."

"Ai, I didn't work hard..."

"Worked hard... don't you worry..." Chen Yi said hanging up the phone, returned to the room still with a sullen face.

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